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7: The Crown’s Hunger

作者: LJ Faulkner
last update 公開日: 2026-05-26 00:57:37

The crowned corpse lunged.

It came out of the cracked floor with the speed of something that had been starving under stone for centuries.

One moment, it was all blackened bone and silver roots, dragging itself from the split beneath the throne. The next, it was across the chamber, crowned skull tilted toward me, hollow eyes burning with a sick red light.

Damien’s voice poured from its open mouth.

“Found you.”

The sound hit me worse than the creature did.

For half a heartbeat, I was back in Thor
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